A desolate shell sits abandoned in the wasteland,
a land from which its war may have created,
but used by the race seeking its utilization,
now it rusts and wind covers the marks with sand.
They manufactured their god and used it to kill,
from out of the nowhere came the artificial saviour,
promoted and prompted by the encouraging masses,
nothing more than a single bullet to be expended.
Carbon heart just like all of the others,
sitting in the box of its creation without note,
an accident disturbs the silence and puts it out alone,
another man sees it and reckons a sign of victory.
Faith belongs now in the single item of destruction,
an encrusted salvation that will turn the tides,
it is different but yet equal all the same,
but as time grows on even it glows a little brighter.
Expended at the peak of the war a brilliant fizzle ensues,
an enshrined godsend misses target and falls like the others,
yet it has found its final home and doesn't disturb any more,
abandoned and passed from reclamation it sits all alone.